Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Deakin,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.